He laughed again, scratching the back of his head. It felt good to laugh again, it felt good to not be scared out of his mind for once. He needed to get back to this, shove the paranoia out of his mind. He wasn't dead yet, and Danya and his games weren't going to dictate his actions. This entire Island was still filled with plenty of friendly faces. Despite the corpse laying a few feet away, Jay was feeling calm for the first time since he'd seen Maria's body.

More like the first time in three days...

"Man, I don't even know what I was thinking. I mean, really, it just- it just had to be that yeah? What you said. Now that I really think on it, it's the only thing that makes sense. Everett attacking and all that... Man, I was thinking you were like, you had a gun and it was you who was... y'know, just forget about it. I'm just rambling, my nerves are shot to hell and back. Not much use for me here, y'know what I mean? I mean, this is just like, the first fucking good news I've gotten in what seems like forever."

Jay took off his hat, wiping sweat from his forehead. Taking another deep breath, Jay continued once more.

"Yeah, you're fuckin' dead too. About the Announcements I mean. It made it seem like you straight up stabbed the guy in the face from what Danya said. But I mean, Danya is a fat fuck. Who am I gonna trust, some fat, greasy-ass bastard who kidnapped me, or my buddies? I shoulda' know, I shoulda' done some thinking before I jumped to conclusions. Man, it's just.. it's just good to see a friendly face. I was beginning to think I was the only sane man left... except y'know... Jojo. I saw Jojo awhile back. He's good. I think I told you that already. Uh..." He began to giggle again, a smile creeping across his face.

"I've not really been doing much of anything at the moment. I don't really have any skills. I- I found this guy, already here. Dunno who did it, don't really want to meet them. I'm not even sure who this kid was... I hope we don't know him."

The thought of it being Jojo suddenly flashed through Jay's mind and he found himself spinning around to look back at the corpse. He let out a sigh of relief. The boy didn't look like his friend, but all the same the idea of Jojo laying dead with his head lopped off sent chills down his spine. Jay cursed himself silently under his breath as he turned back towards Janet.

Jeezus. Jojo... I gotta' find Jojo. He'll fucking hate my guts for running like a coward.., but shit, he'll understand. I'm not cut out for this. He knows me, he'll make an exception... I NEED to start thinking. I- I can't let paranoia get to me. Janet is still Janet, and Sunil isn't some crazy ass Indian terrorist. He may have been talking big, but he couldn't have killed me. No one could have killed me... Well, that's not true. People are killing people. That much is fucking obvious. Heads are getting chopped and people are getting shot, and it looks like half this fucking Island is going insane. But if I don't stop and fucking THINK I'm going to get dragged along with them. I can't keep thinking the next person is gonna blow my nuts off, I can't stay like this, running through the fucking woods with no map....

With a firm smack across the head, Jay brought himself back to the real world. Blinking he looked about, noting to his displeasure he was still on Deathmatch and Senseless Murder Island.

"Don't mind me. My brain has been goin' funny ever since we woke up here. I've been jumping at everything and y'know that's not how I like to do things. Not one bit... So... what do we do now? Sit down and have some tea with the Marie Antoinette here?"